Party Tricks

It’s amazing, really, how far you can go in the course of the day.

This morning, for instance, I never would have guessed that by this evening I would have successfully picked three locks.

That’s right, folks.  I picked three locks, with the help and moral support of Morris Lock Sport.

And now I have a roaring headache from peering into the depths of a keyhole (sorry, MLS; I can’t remember all of the technical terms you taught me), and my studies have once again been slightly neglected, but of course it’s worth it to be able to brag about this at every party I attend for the rest of my life.

I mean, think about it: reciting poetry at parties gets old after a while, even for me.  So at New Year’s next year, once I’ve worn out the Keats, I can stride over to the nearest padlock and have at it.



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